Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elliott Smith
Vocals
Joey Waronker
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Paul Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliott Smith
Producer
Tom Rothrock
Producer
Rob Schnapf
Producer
Alan Sanderson
Assistant Engineer
Doug Boehm
Assistant Engineer
Richard Barron
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'm a color reporter
(Rose City on the 409)
But the city's been bled white
(White city on the yellow line)
And the doctor orders
(Drinking 'til he's trashed is just a waste of time)
Drinks all night to take away this curse
But it makes me feel much worse
Bled white
So I wait for the F-Train
(White city on the yellow line)
And connect through a friend of mine
(White city to a friend of mine)
To a yesterday dream
(Yesterday a dream was just a waste of time)
'Cause I'll have to be high to track the sunset down
And paint this paling town
Bled white
So here he comes with a blank expression
Especially for me 'cause he knows I feel the same
'Cause happy and sad come in quick succession
I'm never going to become what you became
Don't you dare disturb me
(Don't complicate my peace of mind)
While I'm balancing my past
(Don't complicate my peace of mind)
'Cause you can't help but hurt me
(Faith in me, baby's just a waste of time)
Like it already has
I may not seem quite right
But I'm not fucked, not quite
Bled white
Bled white
Writer(s): Steven P. Smith
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